NinaWills is Echo and mourns the end of Dollhouse.
Drives me crazy sometimes. I’d be fussing about how I look, if I spoke clearly, whether I wore too much makeup. Why the hell am I driving myself nuts? Is this even worth the psycho-analysis?
I have this theory (I won’t apologize for being such a smartass) that it’s coz I have nothing better, more urgent or important to do. Which is not exactly true, just that I’ve gotten better at justifying the excuses to procrastinate a bit more.
There I go again, being my own worst critic.
Think this should spin off another goal, be more kind and mindful to self. Yeah, that might help.
